Dear Diary,

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Father walks in a few minutes into the argument between the boys. He look scared as he walked in, "Princess how are you feeling?"

"I am alright." I was lost Father hasn't called me princess in years. He grabbed my hand with the bickering boys in the background.

"I am proud of you Jake."

"Why?"

"You don't let anyone push you around you are truly a strong person."

"Thanks Father."

He leaned down and kissed me on the head. I got a small grip on his hand thinking I am not strong, but for Father. I will become strong. I will be that person that my Father wants me to be. I will accomplish this task for Father.

The nurse came in with a wheelchair and a smile. She asked, "Are you ready to go home sweetheart?"

I nodded with a smile.

Love,

Jake



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